Lily

The Lily

 by Mary Oliver

from the book Why I Wake Early

Night after night

darkness

enters the face

of the lily

which, lightly,

closes it five walls

around itself,

and its purse

of honey, 

and its fragrance

and is content

to stand there

in the garden 

not quite sleeping, 

and, maybe,

saying in lily language

some small words

we can't hear

even when there is no wind

anywhere,

its lips

are so secret,

its tongue

is so hidden-

or, maybe,

it says nothing at all 

but just stands there

with the patience

of vegetables

and saints

until the whole earth has turned around

and the silver moon

becomes the golden sun-

as the lily absolutely knew it would,

which is itself, isn't it, 

the perfect prayer?